Day 24

Like drops of dew on a leaf.

And a soft breeze on the cheek.

You, with a smile of an angel.

Spread your wings of love.

– While here,

I carry a longing with a strong urge.

To intrude into the depths of your peaceful mind

and beautiful soul.

3 thoughts on “

      1. You are the gazer,
        And I am the sky.
        Or, am I a gazer, too?
        Then why, oh, why,
        Do we come here in search
        Of inexplicable satisfaction
        When we come away
        With the smallest of fractions?

        That is…until we make a rare connection.

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